themonasnovels Chapter 763: Daitengu and Prajna
Chapter 763: Daitengu and Prajna
Chapter 763: Daitengu and Prajna
Feeling that his own emperor was obviously in a depressed mood, Conrad did not say anything more. He believed that the parliament and Crown Prince Archduke Ferdinand would discuss how to seize the benefits for Germany in this dispute.
When the time comes, we will present it to His Majesty the Emperor for his approval.
When Conrad left, the lonely old emperor was the only one left in the palace of Frankfurt. The setting sun stretched the back of this old man who had lost his wife and had no children.
A dark shadow slowly emerged behind the old emperor. He had a pair of striking wolf ears on his head and a long, narrow scar extending from his jaw to the side of his ear. He was the emperor's personal spy, a member of the Two Sicilies Wolf Tribe.
He said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the British ambassador has raised a question about one of their soldiers, claiming to have met His Royal Highness the Candle Knight in the Port of New Naples, Texas, and asked if this was at your instruction."
The British were well aware that it was impossible for Germany to form an alliance with France, and the surging public opinion for revenge against Germany and washing away the shame would not be able to be resisted even if Napoleon were resurrected.
But the long-lost Candle Knight and Shining Knight suddenly appeared in the New World and stood on the side of the Texans, which made the British want to give this little brother a warning. After all, although Germany could not form an alliance with France, they could still reach a consensus on overseas colonies - the British occupied too many.
"Vivianna?"
The old emperor looked extremely surprised. "She's in Texas? Hurry, send someone to find her immediately. This cruel girl has never come back to see her grandfather in all these years."
As for the British questions, he didn't take them seriously at all.
"By the way, this information is classified as top secret. Don't tell anyone, especially that old man Frederick!"
When Franz mentioned Elector Frederick, he became furious. This old man obviously knew where Viviana was going, but not only did he not tell him, he also blamed him for Viviana's departure.
It's simply too much!
The spy nodded his head, smiled bitterly and left.
While Europe was in turmoil, the battle on the Texas border continued.
"How can it be!"
"How can this be!"
Veins bulged on Guderiand's forehead and his expression was extremely ferocious. The evil ghost that he had spent a lot of effort to sign with great difficulty, and even had to sacrifice half of his blood every time he summoned it to help, was actually eaten alive.
The backlash from the broken contract caused his face to turn purple and he almost vomited blood.
Without hesitation, he took out the Book of Death, a sacred object of the Necromancer sect. He had originally intended to use it to create a giant skeleton dragon, but now he decided to use it directly to fight against Prajna. As long as he could defeat Prajna and take the ghost-faced shield from her, he was sure that this would definitely be a greater improvement for him than obtaining a giant skeleton dragon.
"The power of the Deathly Hallows is not necessarily weaker than that of the Divine Artifacts!"
In his hand, an ancient book with a heavy copper cover slowly emerged. The powerful force of death turned into black mist, and a terrifying ghost with wings on its back could be seen faintly, connecting the sky and the earth.
Even ordinary people who do not have spiritual vision and cannot see this scene can clearly sense that an extremely terrifying monster is about to descend upon the world.
"This stinking thing that smells like death seems to have taken out something extraordinary."
"Boss, are you really not going to take action?"
The three-headed demon dragon was somewhat confused. In their opinion, although Prajna also had an extraordinary origin, her strength, like theirs, was greatly restricted, and she could not even exert one-tenth of her strength in her prime.
But Lothar, who was riding on the dragon's back, said impatiently, "If I tell you to watch the battle, just watch it honestly. If you keep making noise, I will send you down to fight the necromancer."
"No problem, boss!"
"Forget it then."
"Boss, I'm afraid we will be made into skeleton dragons, which will cause trouble for you."
Except for the hot-tempered fire dragon head who was eager to try, the other two dragon heads decisively refused. They still had some rationality. With their current strength, fighting with the necromancer would be just asking for trouble.
Feeling the strong breath of death, Prajna looked a little nostalgic: "It's the breath of Daitengu."
The Great Tengu she mentioned was not the name of a clan of evil ghosts in hell, but a general of the ghost clan who was named after the strongest evil ghost he had killed, just like her. He was one of her few good friends in hell.
Unfortunately, before she left hell, Daitengu lost his life in a power struggle within hell.
Wherever there is intelligent life, there is struggle, and hell is no exception.
In the midst of the black fog, huge wings appeared faintly behind Guderian, his face turned into a red ghost face, and the terrifying ghost aura made his body look like a terrifying monster that was dozens of meters tall.
This is the evil ghost from hell, the great Tengu whose power is not inferior to Prajna in any way!
"Unfortunately, his legacy was entrusted to the wrong person."
Prajna sighed lightly. Necromancers are not all a bunch of freaks. Many of them are equivalent to outsourced personnel of Hell, helping the ghost army of Senluo Palace to take on a large number of responsibilities in capturing evil spirits.
But the person in front of him was obviously not one of them. He belonged to another type, who tried to dig holes in hell and steal power in different ways every day.
"Killing this man is in accordance with the law of nature!"
Prajna murmured, and a huge ghost-faced shield flew out in the sky.
The great Tengu manifested by Guderian had already had the illusion of being invincible due to the rapid expansion of power, and he actually charged towards the shield without dodging.
"Hahaha, with such a powerful force, who can stop me?"
"This artifact of death should belong to the great necromancer master, Master Guderian!"
Immediately, the ghost energy that protected him was easily cut off.
The huge ghost face swallowed it whole in one gulp.
At this point, the powerful and arrogant leader of the Undead, Master Guderian, came to an end. It was a bit hasty and even seemed a bit ridiculous, but it was reasonable. After all, when Prajna was in hell, the most common communication she had with her friends was to exchange martial arts.
Prajna knew very well the power of Daitengu.
On board the Jureas.
At this time, Porfirio obviously no longer expected Guderian and other "wild wizards" to solve the problem: "Quick, send someone to invite Bishop Michael. Forget it, I'll go myself!"
Archbishop Michael is a man of integrity. He sent someone to invite him just now. Archbishop Michael even said bluntly: "If I see a room full of evil spirits, I will definitely get rid of them immediately. In order not to embarrass Mr. President, I will not go over."
At this time, among the Knights Templar, the knights and armed monks were praying devoutly.
Their rather classical robes were embroidered with huge Latin crosses. In an era when the popes were moved to the Avignon Curia, they were probably the most traditional Catholic monks in the world.
Some people looked quite angry and disdainful.
"How can our great president succeed in relying on those pagan and heretical demons to fight against the evil demons in Texas?"
"God loves the world and gave His only begotten Son to us, so that all who believe in Him and love Him can be saved."
Bishop Michael whispered a passage from the Bible. He could understand Porfirio's approach, but this approach undoubtedly tore the expeditionary army into two distinct parts.
The conflict between "royal power" and "religious power", which has long been no longer a big deal in Europe, is still very serious in Mexico, a country with a strong religious atmosphere.
The church not only has armed forces such as the Knights Templar and Fighting Friars, but also owns a large amount of land and tenants who depend on church properties. In addition, there are a large number of church schools and hospitals in Mexico.
Some of Porfirio's domestic policies were also greatly constrained by the church.
It is obvious that for heresies like the necromancer sect to take root in the "sacred soil" of Mexico, it must have been inseparable from the secret support of the great dictator Porfirio. After all, the church was too powerful, so powerful that even a dictator who held all the power was worried that he would be kicked out by the church, his partner, one day.
Whether or not to do so is one thing; what is important is that the church does have the ability to support another person in charge to replace Porfirio.
"Mister Michael."
Looking at the great dictator who was walking towards him quickly and with a passionate look on his face, Bishop Michael did not refuse and said bluntly: "Don't worry, Mr. President. When it is time for me to take action, I will never back down. If the church cannot protect the light and drive out evil, this world would have fallen into eternal damnation long ago."
Although he decided to take action, Michael still hit Porfirio lightly.